| First things first, they can all get the work
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| I’m the best at my worst, pull up in Suburbans
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| Bitches all like brr
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| Nigga you so cold, how your wrist so froze? |
| (Froze, oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| Talking like first things first, they can all get the work (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| Ayy
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| You got me thinking we could have something that might work
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| Even though I wish I met your fine friends first
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| You caught my eye, mama
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| So how could I drop ya?
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| Either I’m nice or hella mean, but today I’m in between
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| So find me, find me
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| I’m lost in my thoughts, sleepin' in Versace sheets
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| Filet-ing all my steaks when it’s bon apetit
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| You gotta watch your step 'cause it’s not guaranteed, ayy
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| I’m a rarity, apparently, ayy
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| I can make a hater suck, a pair of these, ayy
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| I just want a new house with a pair of keys, ayy
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| Maybe get some animals, like some parakeets, ayy
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| And that’s some fly shit
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| So fuck it up, fuck it up
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| Baby, represent
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| A nigga like me, I’m a blessing
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| Girl, I’m heaven sent
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| I can get you that new purse (Yeah)
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| But you gotta put in work (Ayy, ayy)
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| It ain’t second, it ain’t third, baby (Ayy, yeah)
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| First things first, they can all get the work
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| I’m the best at my worst, pull up in Suburbans
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| Bitches all like brr
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| Nigga you so cold, how your wrist so froze? |
| (Froze, oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| Talking like first things first, they can all get the work (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| Listen, baby
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| I’m hella tall, I only fly first class, I need the leg room
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| Touched down in your city, headed straight to your bedroom
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| Chopped the top off of the whip for extra head room
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| Smiling 'cause I know I’m gettin' head soon
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| Listen, I was brought up as a man with a lotta class
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| Let’s cop Prada bags and pop Balenciaga tags
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| When you living like this, bae, you gotta spazz
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| Try keeping up with us but you just not as fast
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| Town to the universe it’s G and Guapdad
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| Don’t try actin' like you not mad
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| Sneak diss but in my presence acting like it’s not bad
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| On the West Coast I get the typa love 'Pac had
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| It’s the Valentino vampire, Saint Laurent savage
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| Castle in the Hills and my lifestyle’s lavish
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| A hundred on my wrist but I still can’t time manage
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| It’s baseball money, baby, check my batting average
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| First things first, they can all get the work
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| I’m the best at my worst, pull up in Suburbans
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| Bitches all like brr
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| Nigga you so cold, how your wrist so froze? |
| (Froze, oh yeah, oh yeah)
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| Talking like first things first, they can all get the work (Oh yeah, oh yeah) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First Things First, artist - Guapdad 4000. Album song Dior Deposits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп